"Brother Lin's illness has passed, so have your skills recovered?" Ouyang Shuo asked with concern.
Lin Yue had already controlled his emotions and said, "For the ice to freeze three inches, it is not chased away by a day of winter. Although the poison has been removed, but my body has suffered damages. Luckily, Bianque has given me some prescriptions. As such, after a month or two, I can totally recover."
Ouyang Shuo nodded, "The Lord's Manor also has some nourishing medicines. I'll get someone to send some to you."
Some of these precious herbs were given by the mountain barbarians, others by the Chamber of Commerces.
When he noticed that Lin Yue wanted to reject once more, Ouyang Shuo jumped in, "Brother does not need to reject. Take it as my kind intentions. It is also a waste to just leave these medicines in the manor, so just use them."
He had already made matters so clear, so Lin Yue had no way to reject.
"Thank you, lord!"
